“We Are All Jacks, Yucca Flats, 1962,” “Embracing Sisyphus” and “Snapping selfies on Lake Champlain”
The silence of the dry lake bed is broken by the slow
countdown of a megaphone. Flashes of light ignite the
world white to uncomprehending eyes. As the shock
front cools into visibility, an enormous fireball grows
and grows before flaming out like the head of some
leviathan matchstick.